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Table Manners	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4068 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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yes"> Sex. Kitchen Table.

c.
Do >Do I really need a C?
No. Not really, but I feel empty
if there isn�t a c. *sobs * Anyway, this is a one-shot. So don�t nobody ask for anymore than that.

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It
was one of those things that would get classified away under �not sure why it
happened but it was pretty damn nice when it did.� Something about a barbeque or something, he couldn�t really
remember anymore. But it involved
setting the table, and the idiot blue-haired woman had said �wouldn�t it be
nice if him and the idiot baka did it together?� all smarmy like. With the big eye blinking thing that she did
and Kakarot had been all agreeable about it and that is how they ended up
starting at the table in the kitchen.
Stupid plain wooden table that took up half of the damn kitchen with the
monstrosity of oak. He gd atd at it and
Kakarot stood there and scratched the back of his head like he hadn�t a damn
clue how one went about �setting a table� and if he didn�t have a damn clue why
in the hell were they in there setting the table together?!

Kakarot
flashed him that �not-so-innocent� smile and then looked at the table. �It is an awfully nice table, Vegeta.�

Right. A table that they were�why was the baka
giving him that grin? That
grin was to be reserved for when they were �sparring� and not to be used in any
situation that might accidentally lead to public displays of any sort of sexual
affection. And that grin was out
in full force and the baka went from scratching the back of his head to run
that large hand over the top of the table.

�It�s
really smooth too.� The grin turned
into a lecherous little smirk, and Vegeta stepped back but didn�t move fast
enough because he was grabbed around the waist and dragged back up the table,
lifted up and dropped on his ass on the table, and this did not please him at
all.

�Kakarot,�
he started, but he was silenced with a glance as the baka slid his hand inside
the HORRIBLE PINK shirt that he was wearing (to keep the idiot woman from
yelling at him about wearing the same clothes all the time) and Kakarot�s arm
popped the buttons off and the little PINK things flew across the room and
landed on the floor. He breathed as the
hot palm pressed to his chest, and the other followed, both palms pressed over
his chest like he had breasts or something (teaching the baka the difference
between female and male bodies was proving to be a slight difficulty.) �We are not�� But he was quieted again (he hated that) when Kakarot grinned and
pressed a sloppy kiss to his neck. A
wet kiss and light suction that warned him if he didn�t stop objecting his
larger mate was more than willing to mark him to prove his point. So he sighed. �We are supposed to be setting the damn thing.� Knocked the hands off his chest and Kakarot
moved to put them back, but he grabbed the wrists, guided them around and there
was that grin again as the fingers pressed against his ass and pulled him to
the very edge of the monstrous table to press him flush against the baka�s
hips.

�You�re
right, Vegeta,� Kakarot said and pulled back, crossed the room and grabbed a
couple plates, brought them back and dropped them on the table behind him, near
the end where (hopefully) they would remain unharassed.

�People
are just suppose to eat with their fingers?� he demanded.

�I
don�t think they�ll want to eat at this table, anyway, Geta,� was the answer as
Kakarot moved back between his thighs and the finger slid inside the awful
khaki pants. Hot hands, the baka�s
hands were always so painfully warm, and he frowned as he lost the battle and
knew it was over. Dropped his own hands
to his pants and ignored the smirking look of victory on his mate�s face as he
undid his pants and fell back against the table, propped up by his elbows so
Kakarot could drag the pants off. Thusly
naked, his mate leaned over and kissed his chest, broad strokes of his tongue
across Vegeta�s chest to his nipples, and teeth raked over them as hands slid
up his thighs and held him against the edge of the table (which might be smooth
but it was still hard) and he watched his large and still clothed mate work for
a moment, appreciating the way he remembered everything Vegeta had taught him
so perfectly and ran hands over his skin everywhere, claiming him with each
stroke of a tongue over his skin and press of calloused fingertips to his skin.

�You
seem over dressed, Kakarot,� he said.
Pulled himself up by grabbing a handful of black hair and pushed his
mate back to standing position, grabbed handfuls of his shirt and tore it off
his chest, tossed it over on the floor with thek buk buttons and Kakarot gave
him a frown.

�Vegeta�you
didn�t have to ruin my clothes.� But he
set to undoing his pants and suddenly stopped, looked at Vegeta and then
pouted. �Dammit. What are we going to use for� What about butter?�

�If
you ever plan on getting sex again you will never repeat that sentence.�

And
the pouting got heavier until he rolled his eyes and pointed at his discarded pants,
which Kakarot rifled through, and the pouting went away as he pulled the tube of
lube from his pocket and grinned brilliantly.
�Wow, Vegeta, did they have boy scouts on Vegeta-sei too?� Didn�t bother to explain this statement
(whatever in the hell it meant) as he lifted his hips up and made him fall back
against the table again, cracking his elbows on the wood as he caught himself
and growl in annoyance. Not that his
impatient mate cared because he was holding Vegeta�s hips aloft with one hand
and handed him the lube with the other so his fingers could properly anointed
and this whole process could speed up a bit.

Vegeta
grabbed the tube and glared at Kakarot, squeezed the tube, and ignored the
pleased look of his mate as he pulled his legs up out of the way and gave
Kakarot the room he needed to put that lube to use. Bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from making a noise as long
(hot, his hands were always hot) fingers pushed into him and immediately
stroked his prostate (oh, he blessed the day he taught Kakarot about that)
little murmurs of contentment rising from the taller man and he shivered hard
against the table, gripped the edge of the table hard in one hand and pressed
his fist against his mouth.

His
hips were dropped back to the table and pulled right against the edge. (Wasn�t it just disgustingly convenient how
the table was exactly the right height for Kakarot to fuck him?) And his mate motioned for more lube. Vegeta felt along the table until he found
the dropped tube and squeezed it again as his legs were pulled straight and
pressed against Kakarot�s chest. A few
seconds of idiotic humming and Kakarot was pressed against him, large and hot
and he closed his eyes and bit down on his hand as the hardness pushed into
him. Filled him up and made him squirm
with the strange pleasure it caused.
Stretched all out and he shifted against it, felt every little squirm
tighten his body reflexively around Kakarot and there was a grunt of
concentration, his legs were shifted against the chest and he jerked, slammed
his fist against the table top at his side and heard one of the plates crash
into the floor and shatter.

Kakarot
chuckled at him.

Bastard. He bent his knees and pressed them against
the sides of his mate�s chest, so he could see his face as Kakarot thrust into
him. Slow at first, steady, paced.yes"> Hey! That was POV less!

Goku: That�s alright, we got the point from your view rather well.

Vegeta: *pout *

Goku: Oh, shut up! You always
have the best sex anyway.

Vegeta: You shut up.
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